The nights are delightful,
The thoughts are frightful,
All stories are so insightful,
Legs are not careful,
All sonnets are blameful,
Mind is doubtful,

Burning fuel of midnight,
The flow of electrolytes,
The inner parasites,
The crimes seem so right,
Bones divide and unite,
Feelings comes every fortnight,


Glow of the stars,
The wrung scars,
Fingertips bleeding from guitar,
6 lakhs insecurities in a jar,
The secret that was just our,
Doubted conversation ,oh! so harsh,

The moon has unique beam,
I printed out the whole scheme,
Painted out my every dream,
Louder is my every scream,
Pushed myself to every extreme,
Still I was never seen,

The depths sky holds,
Crippling fear that skin folds,
My broken threshold,
Voices inside my head are uncontrolled,
Every old saying I was told,
Made me turn into a ghost.
























© Smriti Singh